Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Bong

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on
Yeah, my come on
(This is Digital, this is
It's like a vamp, like a genie in the land, yo)

bong, bong bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong
bong, bong bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong

on!
All my niggas push up to the front
(Word up)
Oh shit, look at shorty there
Caramel deluxe bitch, yo

Ain't she suck dick like that
With those big fat lips and those hips that
She said "Bobby, why you spit like
And why you Shaolin push whips like that?"

I said "Hoe, we got chips that
And Park Hill make flips like that"
In Grass Monkey, yea we sip that
And we might get drunk and empty clips that

again the Gods build like that
Yo Kinetic, tell 'em son, we keep it real like

Can't all the timers we sip like that
Honey-dipped blunts, we get like that
Yo, we dipped day, yo, we fly like that
Bitches sayin', "Why you talk like that?"
We B-Boy niggas, you know we walk that

Why them R&B niggas tryin' to like that?
And you fake crossovers tryin' to bling that?
You know, my clique snatch ice that
Take it down to the scale and get a price that

Snub in the club, don't be nice like
Catch a body and escape, pull a heist that
Up front, up front, on, come on

bong, bong bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong
Bong bong, bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong

it
Y'all niggas shit
We out tryin' to get paid in a major way
on

I rock a six that
From my dubs in the club, sippin' Cris' that
Pop a bitch, turnin' trick, get my ish that
Check the ice, lookin' on my wrist like that

I'm the shit like that, like that
Roll with baller types that be sick like that
Set up shop on block, flip a brick like that
It's the Wu comin' through with a chick that
Sticky spit like that,

What?
Nine inches, hoe, we packin' dick like
Six on the dice, we rollin' like that
Half a mil on the deal, we politic like
Remember '94, we mix like that

4 Sho, the crew used to sling like that
Indeed, you know the fam, we was the at that

Guaranteed, now it's Killa Bee sting that
And I'll punch you in the with pointed rings like that
And why's this fuckin' crab bleedin' that?
While you crack-head bitches treatin' seeds that

My nigga Blaze smoke weed like that
And the Killa Bee Clan run the streets like
Big Bobby makin' beats that
Platinum on the wall, son I eats that

Damn, you eatin' swine like that
We ain't tryin' to be 'cause blind like that

To all my or who smoke like that
And you coke-head sniffin' coke like that
And you ecstasy cats poppin' dope that
It's all love we folk like that

Guaranteed, now we like that
9, Bob Digi
Yo, we out that

Bong bong, bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong
Bong bong, bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong

For y'all niggas gettin' high we go this
Bong bong, pop shit

Bong bong, bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong
Bong bong, bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong